“Chicken NUGGIES.”

Broccoli,

In the safety of our kitchen home
In the business of restaurant life
There he is
Walking in with that look in his eye
Looking for a CHICKEN NUGGET
He searches and searches
Passing over us
We weep
Like the roadrunner, sadly we meep.

In the popping and the bubbling of deep fryer vessels.
I ask: “Why, god, why?”
And the answer I got was: “Because you’re heckin’ gross m’dude.”
And so I wept even more,
I wept and I wept.
For there’s no more room in his heart
For it’s all taken by the CHICKEN.

He seeks no sauce
He seeks no side dish
What does he look for?
I sure know
It isn’t me, or my comrades in spuds
It’s the mighty CHICKEN NUGGET
And surely, not us.

This poem is narrated by foods like broccoli and potatoes who feel left out because they will never be chosen as much as chicken by restaurant-goers. The “gross” foods want to be chosen for a meal, but they feel alone because they will never be as tasty as chicken. The author states that his pickiness inspired this poem, for he will often not eat a meal unless it has chicken in it. The foods are alienated because he does not even lay eyes on them if they are not chicken-based.